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Waiting for permission to be me

APRIL 2019

While I was waiting to become me—things happened.
like two children popped out—like i got married—like my dad died

like i said i was an artist but didn’t say i wrote—like i said i wrote but
never told you i made things—like i said i can’t make it tonight
but didn’t tell why—didn’t tell you i had two children home alone

while i was waiting i hid parts of myself from other parts of myself—i was waiting for permissio for someone to tell me how to be me—that it was ok to be me

I was waiting for you to give me permission and I forgot to ask who you were. You were everyone, you were my father, you were an unidentified omnipotent form and you were going to say, “Yes Alex”, you are ready now. Now you can be you.



What does it mean to be a woman?
What roles do we each play and are we the same everyday.

Mother, wife, artist, writer.

The constraint of the project is to draw a self portrait each day in charcoal for six months.

The question: Am I the same person each day?

At the end of six months the drawings were compiled, cut and reconstructed into full body life size charcoal portraits mounted on cut wood showing multiple perspectives.

Heteronyms is coined after Fernando Pessoa's multiple personas.

The Space Between


In the pause of a sentence—
space is everything—
how else do we know when a word begins or ends?

Exhibited at MODERNISM WEST ‘The Space Between’ is a photographic installation that explores the space held between people as they interact in close quarters against a white background. Like Chinese calligraphy, every stroke and every movement, enacts a balance.

How do we connect? The meaning is held in between.

Strings Attached


Performed at  Berkeley Art Center, this piece is a humorous physical play on the phrase No Strings Attached. What do we mean by no strings attached? What are we without these strings to family and community? A ten foot long rectangle box filled with raked gravel is set and the strings are attached to the boulders and to Alex’s body. Slowly leaning back, her body a rigid plank, strings slowly snapping under the pressure finally the body hits the ground.

Explored also privately in the studio with tape and string. Alex asks the question around the female body, and the unmonumental act of a woman alone in her studio with tape and string rather. In a city surrounded by the great spanning bridges that link the bay area by cable and steel.


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My eyebrows fell off


What happens to our sense of identity as we move through different cultures?

‘My Eyebrows Fell Off’ is a video performance responding to Alex’s personal experience of being in Japan. Tackling the issue of assimilation and identity through humor, bearing witness to the absurd experience of washing a face and finding no eyebrows. This piece explores the difficulty of identity when we attempt to fit in to a new environment and culture.